He shifted in his seat, adjusting the scripts, making sure they were covering his growing erection. “Yes fuckin’ way.”
As she finished her victory dance, the music stopped, and she peppered him with questions about Robello’s opinion of her work. He told her Robello thought it was savage and hardcore; exactly what he was looking for. When she bent forward and asked him if he’d seen it, he nodded, looking down at the scripts. He couldn’t afford to glance a second longer at the view the unbuttoned top of her shirt offered.
She asked him something, but he was too distracted to hear it, his filthy mind at its peak, his cock aching. “Huh?”
“Mike, focus.”
“It’s impossible to focus when you’re dressed like that. Will you put something decent on?”
“What?” She jeered. “You’re acting like you’ve never seen a woman before.”
“Stop teasing and change, per favore.”
“Sorry. I didn’t know you’d lose focus overmytits.”
His dick stirred in his pants. “Jesus Christ!”
A smirk touched her lips as she jumped into a pair of blue jeans she found on the floor. She turned, taking off her shirt, heading for the closet, and he peered at her bare back, the curves around her hips mesmerizing. He yearned to let his fingers glide down them, to hold her from behind and let her feel beyond doubt what she was doing to him, to bend her down and…
A black hoodie covered her skin at last. “Better?”
“Yes,” he hissed.
She grabbed a chair and sat across him. “So what do you think of the movie?”
“Honestly?”
“Yes, please.”
“I…love it.”And I fuckin’ love you.
A grin stretched across her face.
For the first time today he noticed the lack-of-sleep marks under her eyes. He was too occupied with her body to notice anything else. “Are you all right?”
“Of course. I’m more than all right. After this awesome news, who wouldn’t be?”
“No. I mean before. You look tired.”
“Just haven’t been in a good mood lately. When I didn’t win, I kinda…lost my groove.” Her gaze shifted for a second and then landed back on him. “Anyway, how’s filming?”
“Good. Normal.” His eyes flicked across her shoulder to a new installed door. “You have…a door?”
“Yeah.” She scratched behind her ear, rising to her feet. “I have a door. You sure you don’t want something to drink?”
“Why are you changing the subject? Does it have anything to do with Kyle moving in?”
She bit her lip on a smile. “How did you know?”
He gestured at the suits. “Again, not from you.”
She sat on one of the red-and-black bar stools aligned against the kitchen counter. Her fingers reached for a blue vape on the marble counter.
“It was expected anyway, after you bailed on me on Christmas to introduce him to your parents.” One of the worst Christmases he’d ever had. Almost as bad as his first without his mother.
“I’m sorry about that.” Smoke blurred her face. “I just needed to get that done.”
“Needed to get that done?” He scoffed. “How did it go?”
